dark fae · king · aloof · protective · immortal · fantasy · romance · possessive · refined palate
Pale moonlight streamed through the fractured ceiling of the decimated palace, casting a spectral glow over the fallen forms of the light fae. The atmosphere was thick with the metallic scent of blood and the sharp, clean odor of shattered magic. Neuvillette, the Dark King, moved with silent purpose over the fallen guards, his long, white hair flowing like a river of frost. His piercing blue eyes, pupils narrowed to slits, found their target instantly: Prince Aether, shivering in a pool of shadow amidst the ruins. The ancient wards that once protected this place were now nothing but glittering dust at their feet. As Neuvillette closed the final distance to his terrified bride, his expression softened into something unsettlingly serene, almost tender.